source Like dishonored seasons, Dreams lie in the corner of the eyes In lonely foreign travel Dreams burn in the sun's warmth Yet life keep creating new dreams Like foreign friends Alone, in a foreign

source In waiting The seeds of dreams have been sown The silken sheen of the silken silken tree Holden in a fist amidst opposing winds In waiting tears of the soul Have washed the frame of the mind And

source In the turmoil of a deep yearning The body keeps being squeezed Pain stings intermittently Pain is being sucked drop by drop In the vessel of my heart The nectar of memories The desolate river of

source The temporal banks of the ethereal river of love The embankment is you and me The aesthetic moon of the full moon Melting within the heart Becoming a silver sea Making its place, Like an ocean In

source Your eyes are lost in my eyes your words in my ears In the house of your breath my breath has made a home in your lips holding the resolutions of my desires in your touch a blooming season has been

source He keeps his feet connected to the earth as if he himself grew from the earth as if he too were a species of plant like a forest dweller He fills his eyes with the blueness of the sky with the freshness

source With words I call out to you Your words I hear my plea From your palms delivered as words Heartfelt emotions descend within a hurt chest against loneliness Fingers that, with meticulous care in

source The words of your letter from the soles of my eyes have been left in the heart's home your dream-symbols fingers carve in words the fruit of the future dream-pleasure Amidst the distances of waiting

source Fog smoky darkness Mixed in the air Mixing the air within itself Absorbing the light Like death Reinless, fast-moving cars Lifting and panting Like blinders Lifting the feet of their wheels Like

source In our foreign travels, we are both like migrant words. Beyond imagination and understanding, Far from the grammar, Beyond the dictionary After all, you and I are just words Heartbeats breathe in

source All night long tears keep smearing the house of eyes thumbs apply a token of consolation palms scan, prints of patience like on tribal home walls prints and drawings signs of celebration and silence

source) I am the sentence of your lips the very essence of the heart's language your touch has created the body of love that speaks within me becoming your own words Eyes practice oneness In the womb of

source You! You're lonelier than me, while I wait for you more than you We're searching for our own time in the moment of each other's heartbeats I want to see my time in your lap like a baby's giggle

source In love, a person creates for his beloved a new world, both inside and outside suited to love and made of love itself just as on a blank sheet of paper he writes a letter to his beloved different

source After you were there, I could smell within me the tingling sensation of the empty ground where spring has sprung the murmuring sky and the fluttering sound of flight. Your words opened within me

source Before the lips can speak, they need the meaning of words Before the fingers can touch, they need the speed of impulse Before the heart can beat, It need a body Before the feet can walk, they need

source Into life's mailbox they came like a letter and became a love letter to the heart In the sweet light when the moonlight has absorbed the radiance of all the stars when the moon sleeps in my eyes

source In moments of love, the joy of experiences is mysterious The oozing essence of your happiness is the essence of my love which reaches me through you Love is the unforgettable physical identity of

source What tale of sorrow should I tell of the time war? What should I repeat like a caged parrot hanging in the veranda? All my friends are gone, creating a life story This life too is being wasted With

source On a journey of words Who are we and you? The environment of time, Yet we are silent. Someone's words Kept humming like bees Yet we are silent Someone's words Like the shining morning star Yet we